Dog was relaxing backstage, drinking beer and sharing stories with the band when Shady tapped him on the shoulder and said "Aw shit, dude. It's Ryan Page."
Dog: "You serious?!" He turned to look, and sure enough, there was Ryan walking right toward them. This whole experience was like a crazy awesome dream, and Dog pinched himself on the arm, just to make sure he was awake. Ryan came up to him and shook his hand.
"How're ya doing?" Ryan said with a smile on his face.
"C-cool. I'm Michael, Michael Bryant." Dog said, nervous out of his mind.
"Really? I thought your name was Dog." Ryan laughed. "Come on, I want to get you guys some drinks."
At the bar, the bartender asked Dog what he wanted. "Beer, any kind...except Coors, Coors sucks." Dog replied. Ryan clapped him on the back and began to laugh "My sentiments exactly! I like you already." The beers arrived and Ryan drained his in a minute. Dog was impressed to say the least. Ryan, now seemingly just as sober as before looked at them and said "I wanna get you guys in the studio."
"Really?!" Jeff shouted, jumping off of his stool, and the club patrons looked at him, he sat down embarressed and sipped his beer.
"Yeah..." Ryan said, slightly confused and surprised after Jeff's sudden outburst. "I want to start by recording an EP and see how it goes."
"This is crazy. Are you sure?" Karl asked, looking a little nervous.
"I'm sure," Ryan said, then sensing his nervousness "Don't worry, it'll be fine. Plus, it gets easier the more you record."
"Cool, man. Can't wait to check out the studio." Shady said.
The night went on, and when the club closed, the group was forced to leave. They went their seperate ways, Dog and company were now the luckiest band in the world, and Ryan was going to get to be a producer for a new band that he met where he started. That night was the best night any of them had ever had.
Edited by user 06 July 2010 07:21:43(UTC)
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